I couldn't feel more lost.
So many restless nights with nothing to cry for.
How can I be falling again?
Why does God out me though such torment.
I won't understand how i can pick out my flaws like weeds in a garden.
But, he still see's me as a rose.
I know i shouldn't say i've fallen and i haven't but...
I can't help but feel my self tiping over the edge.
I wish I had answers. A plan but the more i plan the more my plans are destroyed
The more I listen the more i go def. The music starts to make more and more sense and I still don't understand.
I can't take anymore drama in my life.
I can't take the hopeless thoughts that crown my mind every night.
I can't take being weak.
A/N:
I'M REOPENING THIS BOOK SINCE VOLUME TWO WAS A BUST
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Poems from a liar
PoetryPoems on topics that everyone deals with. When your sad and want someone to understand read a poem and smile :P